Your Humble Narrator is returned, Gentle Reader(s), from a prolonged visitation to the town of his birth, New Orleans. It was a generally productive and quite enjoyable foray as it encompassed (largely coincidentally) both weekends of the New Orleans Jazz & Heritage Festival, referred to locally as ‘JazzFest,’ or simply ‘the Fest.’ The weather at this time of year can be highly variable in the Crescent City and I was treated to deluges of biblical proportions (accompanied by the inevitable minor flooding) as well as sunny, cool weather with minimal humidity. In New Orleans days such as the latter are to be savored and having such weather fall on the second weekend of JazzFest was a blessing in the double. Either way, I tried to make certain that my time was put to good use, indoor or out. Some of my outdoor time was spent reading the complete short stories of Truman Capote in the back yard of Inky South, next to the lovely elephant ear arrangement pictured above. A friendly lizard was resident amidst and amongst the foliage and he would watch me read and occasionally sing a lovely chirping lizardly song in the late afternoons. Quite blissful it was indeed.